shredded butterfly wings fall from the sky
but it takes more than that to make this child cry

hotel sign flashing, not the words she wants to see
the lights scream out ‘ no vacancy’

alone, uncared for, but still she finds happiness inside
she is gone from the horrible prison; no longer must she hide

Friday’s Flower Girl ran away from home,
no one ever told her that it’s no more fun to be alone

her pretty white skirt is stitched and torn
and the puppy-dog look on her face is sad and forlorn

her daddy hit her, while she listened to mom scream
twisting reality, so it seems like no more than a dream

a ship full of memories drifts past eyes filmed over
she is waiting for her chance, her one four-leaf clover

Friday’s Flower Girl, with daisies in her hair
no one would have guessed that she was dressed for despair

the petals have wilted and fallen away
the young girl sobs, she wishes they would have lasted for one more day

the smile she wears is a violent fake
it is sorrow that she carries, make no mistake

the ratty teddy bear that stays by her side
protects her, he tells no one about all the nights that she’s cried

Friday’s Flower Girl ran away from home,
no one ever told her that it’s no more fun to be alone